In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

in and takes out a small black

his chest, way too close, and so I

supposed to be engaged and that entails a number of things.First off, you need

says while opening the lid

and mouth drops open as I glance from him to the box

a ring but it still takes me

not due to what he said, but the way he said it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not

I glance

the way he

if one goes to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but not enough time that it actually

hard on this? Damien probably

doesn't seem to be the type to go on

and

I cant accept it

I find myself saying.

ring is

can tell

light blue diamonds glint in the light as do the other stones,that surround the main one- the

really have no clue

very

"Why not?"

asks, he

much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're

clarify,

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

smile and shake my head, taking another

my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth,

confused as I look

"Protect me, from what?"

making a few enemies,’ he

I am not there to do so.So

serious then he usually is, if that's

firmly in his, and all the while making eye contact with

and my face flushes at the intimacy of the

intimate gesture had

such a befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally he

his back as he now talks

down at the ring that is now mine,

indeed heavy

that Max has left, snaps me out

where we

up as he walks towards

to act more than as if

says perplexed, wondering as if how on earth

desk, passing him I sit

me an unamused look but he

it's one of those swivel ones and